The Nixon Awards 2009
Movie of The Year The Box
Actor of the Year Brad Pitt for Inglorious Basterds
Supporting Actor of The Year Christoph Waltz for Inglorious Basterds
Screenplay of the Year Inglorious Basterds
Director of The Year Richard Kelly
Wrestler of The Year Edge
Animated MOTY Up!
Cartoon Show of the Year The Venture Bros.
Worst MOTY Transformers
Worst Actor Megan Fox
Most Overrated MOTY Twilight
Most Overrated Actor Robert Pattinson
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
606 A Short Script.
This was a script i wrote for a school project.
In alternate Universe 606, The main race is Human-like moles.Their leader, Richard Mole Nixon, is about to take over all universes but is stopped by an unlikley source to a climatic Dragon Ball Z Type finish.
606
Written by Billy Prestridge
EXT. Outside of Building-Night
A sign outside a heavily guarded building reads “Keep Out. Government Property.”
SUPER: Alternate Universe 606.
INT. Molar Express-Night
A man is viewing the Molar Express. Only his back is seen.
The Molar Express is surrounded by caution signs. The round portal shaped door is followed by an exit ramp.
Richard Mole Nixon
Is it ready?
The man turns around to reveal himself as a human-like mole.
He has very similar characteristics to Richard Nixon. NIXON is wearing a blue suit with a button reading “VOTE FOR RICHARD MOLE NIXON!”
All the rest of the men of the facility are revealed as human-like mole men.
Scientist Don
Yes Nixon sir!
Both men begin to walk around the facility.
Nixon
Excellent! We have nearly every alternate universe scouted out.
Don
And we are the only universe who knows of the Molar Express.
Nixon
That we know of Don. We still must check 101 to make sure that they do not know. Then I will take over every single alternate universe in one swift move!
NIXON and DON manically laugh together.
Ext. Street- Day
SUPER: Alternate Universe 101
Humans are walking down the street.
One human is walking his pet mole with a red leash.
A pizza store is up ahead. Above it a sign reads “Sicily’s Pizza House.”
The Mole suddenly dashes off from his owner and runs around a nearby corner into a nearby alley. PAUL immediately runs after his pet.
Paul
(Shouting)
Molen!Molen! Come here boy. I’ve got a treat for you.
PAUL walks slowly and searches all over the back alley.
Suddenly MOLEN runs out from behind a trashcan and stops in the middle of the alley.
Paul
(Deceitfully)
Molen. Come here. Come here.
MOLEN pauses for a moment then scurries across the concrete until ,in plain view, a white light flashes in the blink of an eye and MOLEN has vanished.
PAUL runs to the place where MOLEN vanished. Bewildered, he rubs his head. But suddenly again the white light flashes and PAUL is no where to be seen.
The alley is very quiet now.
INT. Molar Express - Night
NIXON is on a platform talking to several important looking people.
NIXON
Ok. So is everything in order?
General Lou
Yes Nixon. We are ready to invade at a moments notice.
Nixon
(Pleased)
Good. Good.
A Loud boom is heard and light infiltrates the room but doesn’t completely engulf the room.
NIXON and the men he is talking to all rise to see what is occurring.
Nixon’s face shows worry and discomfort.
Nixon
(To himself)
Oh. No.
At the ramp of the Molar Express, PAUL and MOLEN, who has grown in size a great deal, sit confused. They are quickly surrounded by huge Mole Men who are pointing there huge guns in there face.
After a silence, the COMMANDER is contacted by NIXON via walkie talkie.
Nixon
Take them out.
Commander
Yes sir!
The COMMANDER nods to his men. Immediately, three of the men grab PAUL and carry him away.
Molen
No. Paul!
MOLEN is confused by his sudden ability to talk.
MOLEN is hit by the COMMANDER with the end of his gun. MOLEN instantly falls down.
BLACKOUT.
Int. Jailhouse-Night
MOLEN is being escorted thru the jail by an Officer. MOLEN is dressed in a stripped suit.
As they reach MOLEN’S cell, The Officer pushes MOLEN into his cell and closes the cell behind him.
A Mole Man, in the same suit as MOLEN, raises from his bed.
Pete
The prophecy is true.
Molen
What?
Pete gets up from his jail bed and investigates MOLEN.
Pete
The prophecy-it is true.
Pete
On the third day of the third month, a savior visits us. That is you my boy.
Molen
I don’t even know how I got here.
Pete
It doesn’t matter.
The physique. The yellow stripe down your back. You have untapped energy within you my boy. You are here to save the mole people.
MOLEN walks around PETE and climbs on top of his bunk.
Molen
Your insane.
Pete
Molen!
Molen
How do you know my name?
Pete
Molen, the people of this universe have been enslaved for centuries by the Nixon Family. We are forced day in and day out to work with very little pay. I was put in jail because I stole food for my starving children. I beg of you my boy. Help this planet. You are the man meant to destroy Nixon and his regime. You are our savior.
MOLEN begins to contemplate all of this.
Molen gets up from his bunk.
Molen
How do I get back to my universe?
Pete
The Molar Express.
Molen continues to contemplate.
Molen
Well then. I have no choice.
Pete
Yes!
Molen
But how do I get out of here?
Pete
I have been working on an escape. I’ve dug for years but I’ve only made it about half way. But my boy with your power you can destroy straight thru it and fly straight though the Express.
Molen
Ok. Where is it?
Pete walks to a stone on the floor and moves it to reveal a foot wide hole.
MOLEN slowly walks to the hole.
Pete
Just use the energy around you. Its in you my boy.
Molen points one arm to the hole. After a silence, a violent bang explodes. At the end of MOLEN’S Hand is a blue bomb of energy. In one push, the blue wave of energy rips thru the hole all the way to the outside world.
Around MOLEN a red glow of energy surrounds him.
Pete
Go my boy!
MOLEN suddenly dives into the hole and flies straight out of it.
INT. Molar Express - Night
Outside of the building, it is storming.
General Lou
Nixon, are you ready to invade?
Nixon
Yes. Lets take over the world.
All the men in the building awkwardly laugh.
A Sudden energy bomb explodes into the side of the building creating a huge gaping hole. NIXON views out the hole and sees MOLEN standing there.
NIXON slowly but angrily exit’s the building.
EXT. Outside of Building - Night
NIXON and MOLEN stand directly across from each other as rain pours down there clothes.
In the sky, lighting and thunder strikes.
Nixon
So your going to beat me? Huh? Take over my little operation?
Molen
Just trying to bring the justice.
Nixon
(Angrily)
I will never let the prophecy come true!
Both men suddenly have bursts of energy around there bodies.
NIXONS glow is green and MOLENS glow is red. There mole hair is fluttering in the energy surrounding them.
Rocks are being pulled up from the ground by the immense amount of energy.
Both men suddenly fly into the air and begin fighting with extremely fast kicks and punches.
Randomly, a heavy metal band begins to play on the side. Each beat is matching kicks and punches from MOLEN and NIXON.
MOLEN is suddenly kicked in the chin. NIXON then swiftly turns around and hits MOLEN with his thick tail.
MOLEN falls back to the ground.
NIXON slowly falls back to the ground but lands on his feet.
Nixon
Had enough?
NIXON evilly laughs.
Nixon
Lets end this!
MOLEN gets back up to his feet but with not the same swagger.
Both men push there feet back and place there hands together in a ball position to collect energy.
Nixon and Molen
(Together Yelling)
KA!-MA!-HA!-.
Both have collected energy in their hands and a blue energy waves have infested in their hands.
Nixon and Molen
(Together Yelling)
MA!-HAAAAAAAA!
Both men release there blue energy in quick snappy motions.
Between them there waves meet, as they continue to yell.
Rocks and violent winds are surrounding the energy waves as they clash.
Nixon
Ill-Never-surrender!
The blue waves begin to grow deeply dark until one bright flash is the only thing seen.
EXT. Space
Earth is seen then a blue light flashes thru Earth and it completely disappears.
Written by Billy Prestridge
EXT. Outside of Building-Night
A sign outside a heavily guarded building reads “Keep Out. Government Property.”
SUPER: Alternate Universe 606.
INT. Molar Express-Night
A man is viewing the Molar Express. Only his back is seen.
The Molar Express is surrounded by caution signs. The round portal shaped door is followed by an exit ramp.
Richard Mole Nixon
Is it ready?
The man turns around to reveal himself as a human-like mole.
He has very similar characteristics to Richard Nixon. NIXON is wearing a blue suit with a button reading “VOTE FOR RICHARD MOLE NIXON!”
All the rest of the men of the facility are revealed as human-like mole men.
Scientist Don
Yes Nixon sir!
Both men begin to walk around the facility.
Nixon
Excellent! We have nearly every alternate universe scouted out.
Don
And we are the only universe who knows of the Molar Express.
Nixon
That we know of Don. We still must check 101 to make sure that they do not know. Then I will take over every single alternate universe in one swift move!
NIXON and DON manically laugh together.
Ext. Street- Day
SUPER: Alternate Universe 101
Humans are walking down the street.
One human is walking his pet mole with a red leash.
A pizza store is up ahead. Above it a sign reads “Sicily’s Pizza House.”
The Mole suddenly dashes off from his owner and runs around a nearby corner into a nearby alley. PAUL immediately runs after his pet.
Paul
(Shouting)
Molen!Molen! Come here boy. I’ve got a treat for you.
PAUL walks slowly and searches all over the back alley.
Suddenly MOLEN runs out from behind a trashcan and stops in the middle of the alley.
Paul
(Deceitfully)
Molen. Come here. Come here.
MOLEN pauses for a moment then scurries across the concrete until ,in plain view, a white light flashes in the blink of an eye and MOLEN has vanished.
PAUL runs to the place where MOLEN vanished. Bewildered, he rubs his head. But suddenly again the white light flashes and PAUL is no where to be seen.
The alley is very quiet now.
INT. Molar Express - Night
NIXON is on a platform talking to several important looking people.
NIXON
Ok. So is everything in order?
General Lou
Yes Nixon. We are ready to invade at a moments notice.
Nixon
(Pleased)
Good. Good.
A Loud boom is heard and light infiltrates the room but doesn’t completely engulf the room.
NIXON and the men he is talking to all rise to see what is occurring.
Nixon’s face shows worry and discomfort.
Nixon
(To himself)
Oh. No.
At the ramp of the Molar Express, PAUL and MOLEN, who has grown in size a great deal, sit confused. They are quickly surrounded by huge Mole Men who are pointing there huge guns in there face.
After a silence, the COMMANDER is contacted by NIXON via walkie talkie.
Nixon
Take them out.
Commander
Yes sir!
The COMMANDER nods to his men. Immediately, three of the men grab PAUL and carry him away.
Molen
No. Paul!
MOLEN is confused by his sudden ability to talk.
MOLEN is hit by the COMMANDER with the end of his gun. MOLEN instantly falls down.
BLACKOUT.
Int. Jailhouse-Night
MOLEN is being escorted thru the jail by an Officer. MOLEN is dressed in a stripped suit.
As they reach MOLEN’S cell, The Officer pushes MOLEN into his cell and closes the cell behind him.
A Mole Man, in the same suit as MOLEN, raises from his bed.
Pete
The prophecy is true.
Molen
What?
Pete gets up from his jail bed and investigates MOLEN.
Pete
The prophecy-it is true.
Pete
On the third day of the third month, a savior visits us. That is you my boy.
Molen
I don’t even know how I got here.
Pete
It doesn’t matter.
The physique. The yellow stripe down your back. You have untapped energy within you my boy. You are here to save the mole people.
MOLEN walks around PETE and climbs on top of his bunk.
Molen
Your insane.
Pete
Molen!
Molen
How do you know my name?
Pete
Molen, the people of this universe have been enslaved for centuries by the Nixon Family. We are forced day in and day out to work with very little pay. I was put in jail because I stole food for my starving children. I beg of you my boy. Help this planet. You are the man meant to destroy Nixon and his regime. You are our savior.
MOLEN begins to contemplate all of this.
Molen gets up from his bunk.
Molen
How do I get back to my universe?
Pete
The Molar Express.
Molen continues to contemplate.
Molen
Well then. I have no choice.
Pete
Yes!
Molen
But how do I get out of here?
Pete
I have been working on an escape. I’ve dug for years but I’ve only made it about half way. But my boy with your power you can destroy straight thru it and fly straight though the Express.
Molen
Ok. Where is it?
Pete walks to a stone on the floor and moves it to reveal a foot wide hole.
MOLEN slowly walks to the hole.
Pete
Just use the energy around you. Its in you my boy.
Molen points one arm to the hole. After a silence, a violent bang explodes. At the end of MOLEN’S Hand is a blue bomb of energy. In one push, the blue wave of energy rips thru the hole all the way to the outside world.
Around MOLEN a red glow of energy surrounds him.
Pete
Go my boy!
MOLEN suddenly dives into the hole and flies straight out of it.
INT. Molar Express - Night
Outside of the building, it is storming.
General Lou
Nixon, are you ready to invade?
Nixon
Yes. Lets take over the world.
All the men in the building awkwardly laugh.
A Sudden energy bomb explodes into the side of the building creating a huge gaping hole. NIXON views out the hole and sees MOLEN standing there.
NIXON slowly but angrily exit’s the building.
EXT. Outside of Building - Night
NIXON and MOLEN stand directly across from each other as rain pours down there clothes.
In the sky, lighting and thunder strikes.
Nixon
So your going to beat me? Huh? Take over my little operation?
Molen
Just trying to bring the justice.
Nixon
(Angrily)
I will never let the prophecy come true!
Both men suddenly have bursts of energy around there bodies.
NIXONS glow is green and MOLENS glow is red. There mole hair is fluttering in the energy surrounding them.
Rocks are being pulled up from the ground by the immense amount of energy.
Both men suddenly fly into the air and begin fighting with extremely fast kicks and punches.
Randomly, a heavy metal band begins to play on the side. Each beat is matching kicks and punches from MOLEN and NIXON.
MOLEN is suddenly kicked in the chin. NIXON then swiftly turns around and hits MOLEN with his thick tail.
MOLEN falls back to the ground.
NIXON slowly falls back to the ground but lands on his feet.
Nixon
Had enough?
NIXON evilly laughs.
Nixon
Lets end this!
MOLEN gets back up to his feet but with not the same swagger.
Both men push there feet back and place there hands together in a ball position to collect energy.
Nixon and Molen
(Together Yelling)
KA!-MA!-HA!-.
Both have collected energy in their hands and a blue energy waves have infested in their hands.
Nixon and Molen
(Together Yelling)
MA!-HAAAAAAAA!
Both men release there blue energy in quick snappy motions.
Between them there waves meet, as they continue to yell.
Rocks and violent winds are surrounding the energy waves as they clash.
Nixon
Ill-Never-surrender!
The blue waves begin to grow deeply dark until one bright flash is the only thing seen.
EXT. Space
Earth is seen then a blue light flashes thru Earth and it completely disappears.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
News and Info
NEWS
I am currently working on All the first Seasons of Obscurity,Jizz and Snow, Capt Sparks...., and several screenplays. I Have written some short stories and flash fiction and will be uploading to here soon.
I will also be writing reviews for Movies soon.
The Twilight Show Eps. One HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TWY2dPK0Y4 More Epsiodes soon, I promise theyll be written alot better.
Stay tune for more Nixon News.
OTHER CJ NIXON
Rusty Mexican Productions is a Live Action production company on youtube. Own and operated by yours truley CJ Nixon. CJ Acts in various live action shows and skit. and COMING SOON his first movie. http://www.youtube.com/user/rustymexican
Jester Force Films is a Movie Producing and ,currently on hiatus, cartoon making company. Owned and operated By CJ.Jester Force will produce all of CJs Movies and any cartoons i Chooses to do. http://www.youtube.com/jesterforce
I am currently working on All the first Seasons of Obscurity,Jizz and Snow, Capt Sparks...., and several screenplays. I Have written some short stories and flash fiction and will be uploading to here soon.
I will also be writing reviews for Movies soon.
The Twilight Show Eps. One HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TWY2dPK0Y4 More Epsiodes soon, I promise theyll be written alot better.
Stay tune for more Nixon News.
OTHER CJ NIXON
Rusty Mexican Productions is a Live Action production company on youtube. Own and operated by yours truley CJ Nixon. CJ Acts in various live action shows and skit. and COMING SOON his first movie. http://www.youtube.com/user/rustymexican
Jester Force Films is a Movie Producing and ,currently on hiatus, cartoon making company. Owned and operated By CJ.Jester Force will produce all of CJs Movies and any cartoons i Chooses to do. http://www.youtube.com/jesterforce
Monday, August 3, 2009
I dont know yet. ( Flash Fiction )
I Dont know yet. Written by Cj Nixon
He ran. As if the devil himself were upon him, he ran. Not knowing where he was going or really why he was running he ran. Men were chasing him. He known not why.
They claimed he had their property. Bewildered he told them that they were mistaken. They threatened his life. Instantly, they drew guns from their waists. He ran. Ran as fast as possible. Not had taken or stolen. So he ran.
The man running was jack. Jack Hettle. Jack was a poor pawn broker had the same routine. Wake up, kiss the cold emptiness of his bed, walk to his shop, sell nothing, walk home, eat ramen noodles, then fall to bed alone. This was a tedious schedule that destroyed jack’s confidence.
Jack had short blonde hair. Stubby legs and hairy arms. The place he called home was a rented out apartment on the wrong side of town. He would carry mace incase of incidents such as now. It hit him. Why the fuck didn’t I use my mace? he thought to himself.
He began to see gleaming lights. The men were gaining and shots began to rang out in the quiet of the night. Jack ran as fast as he could. As he got closer to the lights, he realized it was the interstate. He knew that if he could reach that he would be safe, probably, Jack thought.
Jack was about forty feet from the interstate. He could feel the sweet embrace of freedom. Jacks victory was short lived.
As he cockily yelled
"Ha. I win."
His feet stumbled over a lone tree branch. He lost his speed and right before he began to start to run he was shot. Twice. One bullet into his spine, handicapping him instantly, the other piercing his shoulder. Jack fell to the ground quickly. Shuttering and crying in pain he tried to scream but the pain of the bullets was too much. The gang of men surrounded him like a vicious dark cloud surrounding a lone hill in a small town.
"Why? What do you want? " said Jack in a distraught motion.
"Your left eye." said the leader in an insane manner.
All four men instantly, surrounded jack. Grabbing each one of his limbs and spreading him out like a bed sheet. The leader reached from his pockets and took out an odd object. Jaded and sharp.
He ran. As if the devil himself were upon him, he ran. Not knowing where he was going or really why he was running he ran. Men were chasing him. He known not why.
They claimed he had their property. Bewildered he told them that they were mistaken. They threatened his life. Instantly, they drew guns from their waists. He ran. Ran as fast as possible. Not had taken or stolen. So he ran.
The man running was jack. Jack Hettle. Jack was a poor pawn broker had the same routine. Wake up, kiss the cold emptiness of his bed, walk to his shop, sell nothing, walk home, eat ramen noodles, then fall to bed alone. This was a tedious schedule that destroyed jack’s confidence.
Jack had short blonde hair. Stubby legs and hairy arms. The place he called home was a rented out apartment on the wrong side of town. He would carry mace incase of incidents such as now. It hit him. Why the fuck didn’t I use my mace? he thought to himself.
He began to see gleaming lights. The men were gaining and shots began to rang out in the quiet of the night. Jack ran as fast as he could. As he got closer to the lights, he realized it was the interstate. He knew that if he could reach that he would be safe, probably, Jack thought.
Jack was about forty feet from the interstate. He could feel the sweet embrace of freedom. Jacks victory was short lived.
As he cockily yelled
"Ha. I win."
His feet stumbled over a lone tree branch. He lost his speed and right before he began to start to run he was shot. Twice. One bullet into his spine, handicapping him instantly, the other piercing his shoulder. Jack fell to the ground quickly. Shuttering and crying in pain he tried to scream but the pain of the bullets was too much. The gang of men surrounded him like a vicious dark cloud surrounding a lone hill in a small town.
"Why? What do you want? " said Jack in a distraught motion.
"Your left eye." said the leader in an insane manner.
All four men instantly, surrounded jack. Grabbing each one of his limbs and spreading him out like a bed sheet. The leader reached from his pockets and took out an odd object. Jaded and sharp.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
3005 and Fun Fail (UNFINISHED NOVELS)
"3005"
By CJ (Cream Jones) Nixon
PROLOGUE
We were warned. Daron Malakian, a time traveler, warned us of the year 3005. In 2008, he wrote and produced the song "3005." The lyrics were as follows: "You'll never survive 3005." If only we had known how right he was...
Men are destined to revolt. Men kill to kill. Kill to succeed. Kill to reap the rewards. Kill for power. Nick Albright was only thirteen when it first started. In the year 3000, The Federation of United Planets was in turmoil. Mars, the youngest planet within the federation, 123 years to be precise, had gained a new president. President Ben Agknew. He was forced to cut off the FUP from a very vital resource, that was only found on Mars, due to the Universal Economy's downfall. When this happened, the FUP were pressurized to threaten war. After several years of heated back and forth conflict between Mars and the FUP, war was declared on April 10th, 3005. Earth, being the only FUP member that was close to Mars, was the first to start the invasion, with the remaining FUP armies on their way. Before officially declaring war upon Mars, the FUP released a statement to the president and the residents of Mars: "We are stronger. We need that resource to survive. We do not want you to die. But if you do not surrender and you will die. We will win. If necessary, we will not hesitate to use advanaced nuclear technology. We have warned you all." Mars was given a week to surrender due to the pressing need for it's vital resource. We were warned.
3rd Draft of Chapter One
All over Earth you could hear the screams. Women were having their beloved husbands and young children stripped from them. Men were being flown out of their homes.
Nick was drafted three days after his eighteenth birthday. He had just finished his dinner - a savory turkey glazed in honey with a side of buttery rolls and a refreshing SuperCola to wash it down with. As he walked upstairs, he felt a certain eerie feeling. Though, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. It felt kind of like déjà vu, but not necessarily. He stared at his hands and then the ground. After shaking his head, he walked slowly up the stairs.
“Are you okay, Nicky?” said his mother Meryl. Nick thought to himself for a second.
“Yes, Mom. I’m fine,” said Nick in a distressed voice.
“I certainly hope so.”
Nick showed no acknowledgement to what his mother had said. As he walked up to his room, the eerie feeling from before grew stronger. He sat on his bed and put his hands upon his head. He began to sweat profusely. Nick shook his head vehemently and started to pace back and forth like a tiger in a cage, plotting it’s escape.
He eventually got tired of walking and decided to lie down. As he began to fall into a deep sleep, sirens shrieked outside of his room. Before he could even get out of his bed, two towering men in jet black gear burst through his door.
“Are you Nick Albright?” asked one man in a vicious tone.
“Y-y-yes,” stammered Nick. They immediately seized him by the arms. As he was pushed and pulled through the house, he saw his whole family spread out throughout it. His sister was sprawled out on her bed, lying there as if she were a life size fetish doll with a dart piercing her neck. Nick immediately started tearing up. As he was being dragged through the kitchen, Nick sarcastically said to the two mysterious men, “You couldn’t be more gentle even if you tried.”
Suddenly, one of the men struck Nick in the face with their pistol, a bruise already starting to form where it connected with his face. Nick learned to shut his mouth right then and there. There was one last room to go through before exiting the house. In this room was where he saw his parents. There had obviously been a struggle. His mother was laid out on her chair, a plaid chair made of the itchiest fabric. She always sat in this chair to read her digital books. Nick’s tears became thicker. Then, he saw his dad. Nick became silent. Pressed against the frigid ground, two bullet wounds punctured his father’s back, with one fatal wound lodged in the back of his head.
Nick’s tears began to flow in full force. “Why? Why are you taking me? Why did you kill my family?!” Nick screamed in distress. With no answer or even acknowledgement, he shouted again. “WHY?!”
He was then shot with a quick bolt of electricity from a small silver object in the smaller man’s hand. Nick’s vision began to blur as he lost consciousness, finally slumping to the floor. The two men then hurled him into the back of their car. The car’s sirens began to hum like a bumble bee as it darted into the sky.
Chapter Two
Nick awoke to flashing lights. Disoriented, he screamed.
"Help!"
He instantly yelped in pain as a man ensconced in the shadows punched him.
"Shut up," said the mysterious figure.
The blood dripped from Nick's mouth like a faucet dripping water late at night. Slowly, it pitter-pattered down to the floor. Drop by drop. After catching his breath, Nick spoke again.
"Why am I here? Why did you murder my father?"
"Sir, do you not understand the pinnacle of life in which you stand? The very fabric of humanity is resting on the tip of a pen. If that pin flips, we all die," replied the man harshly.
Flabbergasted, Nick replied "What? How? What can I do?"
"Fun Fail" by CJ (Cream Jones) Nixon
Prologue
Have you ever been told what to do? By someone…or rather, something? And you somehow knew it was wrong, but couldn’t stop yourself from going through with it? The voices would not stop and you had to obey? Well, you aren’t alone. During climatic points in history, men have been told what to do by malicious objects. Lamps, to be precise.
Chapter One
“You must complete this mission. He must die. Our race and your future depends on it.”
“Yes sir. I shall not fail,” said Tito.
“Good luck,” said a mysterious voice.
Suddenly there was a lustrous burst of light, then a super sonic boom and POOF!
Tito was gone in an instant.
“Ben, are you in here?” asked the maid curiously.
All of a sudden she heard voices coming from the door adjacent to her.
“No. Never. I won’t,” said Ben in an inhumane whisper, so unlike him.
Cautiously, the maid walked into the room.“Mr. Franklin? Are you okay? Who were you talking to?”
Ben stared at a lone cupping lamp. Silently, with no acknowledgement toward the maid, he walked towards the lamp. His shoes squeaked as he walked across the floor, his boots being wet from the spring rain.
“Mr. Franklin, what is wrong?” asked the maid impatiently.Ben turned to her.
“Shhhhh.”
The room fell into a profound silence. Then abruptly, Ben grabbed the lamp and threw it forcefully at his 18th century wall. The lamp instantly shattered, resounding in a loud bang. The lamp was ravaged. It was broken into several meager shards laid out upon the floor. The maid was distraught and thoroughly confused.
“Ben, what was that for?!”
“It was telling me things. Things I must do. But I, I just can’t,” stated Ben franticly.
“Well, what did it say Mr. Franklin?”
“You don’t need to know! Now take me to the session,” said Ben quickly.
By CJ (Cream Jones) Nixon
PROLOGUE
We were warned. Daron Malakian, a time traveler, warned us of the year 3005. In 2008, he wrote and produced the song "3005." The lyrics were as follows: "You'll never survive 3005." If only we had known how right he was...
Men are destined to revolt. Men kill to kill. Kill to succeed. Kill to reap the rewards. Kill for power. Nick Albright was only thirteen when it first started. In the year 3000, The Federation of United Planets was in turmoil. Mars, the youngest planet within the federation, 123 years to be precise, had gained a new president. President Ben Agknew. He was forced to cut off the FUP from a very vital resource, that was only found on Mars, due to the Universal Economy's downfall. When this happened, the FUP were pressurized to threaten war. After several years of heated back and forth conflict between Mars and the FUP, war was declared on April 10th, 3005. Earth, being the only FUP member that was close to Mars, was the first to start the invasion, with the remaining FUP armies on their way. Before officially declaring war upon Mars, the FUP released a statement to the president and the residents of Mars: "We are stronger. We need that resource to survive. We do not want you to die. But if you do not surrender and you will die. We will win. If necessary, we will not hesitate to use advanaced nuclear technology. We have warned you all." Mars was given a week to surrender due to the pressing need for it's vital resource. We were warned.
3rd Draft of Chapter One
All over Earth you could hear the screams. Women were having their beloved husbands and young children stripped from them. Men were being flown out of their homes.
Nick was drafted three days after his eighteenth birthday. He had just finished his dinner - a savory turkey glazed in honey with a side of buttery rolls and a refreshing SuperCola to wash it down with. As he walked upstairs, he felt a certain eerie feeling. Though, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. It felt kind of like déjà vu, but not necessarily. He stared at his hands and then the ground. After shaking his head, he walked slowly up the stairs.
“Are you okay, Nicky?” said his mother Meryl. Nick thought to himself for a second.
“Yes, Mom. I’m fine,” said Nick in a distressed voice.
“I certainly hope so.”
Nick showed no acknowledgement to what his mother had said. As he walked up to his room, the eerie feeling from before grew stronger. He sat on his bed and put his hands upon his head. He began to sweat profusely. Nick shook his head vehemently and started to pace back and forth like a tiger in a cage, plotting it’s escape.
He eventually got tired of walking and decided to lie down. As he began to fall into a deep sleep, sirens shrieked outside of his room. Before he could even get out of his bed, two towering men in jet black gear burst through his door.
“Are you Nick Albright?” asked one man in a vicious tone.
“Y-y-yes,” stammered Nick. They immediately seized him by the arms. As he was pushed and pulled through the house, he saw his whole family spread out throughout it. His sister was sprawled out on her bed, lying there as if she were a life size fetish doll with a dart piercing her neck. Nick immediately started tearing up. As he was being dragged through the kitchen, Nick sarcastically said to the two mysterious men, “You couldn’t be more gentle even if you tried.”
Suddenly, one of the men struck Nick in the face with their pistol, a bruise already starting to form where it connected with his face. Nick learned to shut his mouth right then and there. There was one last room to go through before exiting the house. In this room was where he saw his parents. There had obviously been a struggle. His mother was laid out on her chair, a plaid chair made of the itchiest fabric. She always sat in this chair to read her digital books. Nick’s tears became thicker. Then, he saw his dad. Nick became silent. Pressed against the frigid ground, two bullet wounds punctured his father’s back, with one fatal wound lodged in the back of his head.
Nick’s tears began to flow in full force. “Why? Why are you taking me? Why did you kill my family?!” Nick screamed in distress. With no answer or even acknowledgement, he shouted again. “WHY?!”
He was then shot with a quick bolt of electricity from a small silver object in the smaller man’s hand. Nick’s vision began to blur as he lost consciousness, finally slumping to the floor. The two men then hurled him into the back of their car. The car’s sirens began to hum like a bumble bee as it darted into the sky.
Chapter Two
Nick awoke to flashing lights. Disoriented, he screamed.
"Help!"
He instantly yelped in pain as a man ensconced in the shadows punched him.
"Shut up," said the mysterious figure.
The blood dripped from Nick's mouth like a faucet dripping water late at night. Slowly, it pitter-pattered down to the floor. Drop by drop. After catching his breath, Nick spoke again.
"Why am I here? Why did you murder my father?"
"Sir, do you not understand the pinnacle of life in which you stand? The very fabric of humanity is resting on the tip of a pen. If that pin flips, we all die," replied the man harshly.
Flabbergasted, Nick replied "What? How? What can I do?"
"Fun Fail" by CJ (Cream Jones) Nixon
Prologue
Have you ever been told what to do? By someone…or rather, something? And you somehow knew it was wrong, but couldn’t stop yourself from going through with it? The voices would not stop and you had to obey? Well, you aren’t alone. During climatic points in history, men have been told what to do by malicious objects. Lamps, to be precise.
Chapter One
“You must complete this mission. He must die. Our race and your future depends on it.”
“Yes sir. I shall not fail,” said Tito.
“Good luck,” said a mysterious voice.
Suddenly there was a lustrous burst of light, then a super sonic boom and POOF!
Tito was gone in an instant.
“Ben, are you in here?” asked the maid curiously.
All of a sudden she heard voices coming from the door adjacent to her.
“No. Never. I won’t,” said Ben in an inhumane whisper, so unlike him.
Cautiously, the maid walked into the room.“Mr. Franklin? Are you okay? Who were you talking to?”
Ben stared at a lone cupping lamp. Silently, with no acknowledgement toward the maid, he walked towards the lamp. His shoes squeaked as he walked across the floor, his boots being wet from the spring rain.
“Mr. Franklin, what is wrong?” asked the maid impatiently.Ben turned to her.
“Shhhhh.”
The room fell into a profound silence. Then abruptly, Ben grabbed the lamp and threw it forcefully at his 18th century wall. The lamp instantly shattered, resounding in a loud bang. The lamp was ravaged. It was broken into several meager shards laid out upon the floor. The maid was distraught and thoroughly confused.
“Ben, what was that for?!”
“It was telling me things. Things I must do. But I, I just can’t,” stated Ben franticly.
“Well, what did it say Mr. Franklin?”
“You don’t need to know! Now take me to the session,” said Ben quickly.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)